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Chapter 1: Developments

Sneak Peek

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The early morning sun was just kissing the sky with the first rays of light to pierce the indigos with bashful yellows, the blush of pink crowning them. The freshly paved asphalt wound down a country road with no curb or edgework beyond the ditches designed to catch the rain off the blacktop. Streaks of brown, dirt tracks bloomed out of an unpaved intersection, a large white framed sign rose above it like a host promising their home wasn’t always this dirty.

“Golden Akers,” it read in big bold letters, massive floodlights illuminating the realtors whitened teeth and exaggerated smiles. The newly built homes behind them as modern and cookie cutter as any other home you could think of. It was a window showing a glimpse into the marble countertops and stainless steel appliances while the patio had a family grilling out front. Then, below it all in big red print were the words “Check your Listings!”

_ _ A new development right on the outskirts of town. A family farm liquidated for luxury housing during a housing crisis was almost comical, but that’s what the city voted on, and Geoff wasn’t going to complain about the contracts his union landed because of it. The Pitbull guided his trusty rust bucket to where the dirt tracks slipped off the road like tracks leading back to a den. The truck’s shocks shrieked and groaned as it rumbled off road and into the development to start the day.

“Hey Geoff,” an old cocker spaniel smoking a cigarette on the steps of the trailer greeted the Pitbull. The glow from his cigarette showing the silver on the old mutt’s muzzle and the yellowed stains of a seasoned smoker.

“Hey Dick,” Geoff said, his voice gruff yet strong as he gave the old guy a nod. “How’s it hanging.”

“Eh,” Dick shrugged. “Probably lower than I’d like, but everything still works.”

“That’s all that matters,” Geoff half chuckled as he made his way around to the back of his truck, opening the door to get his PPE. “When did you get here?”

“Earlier than you,” the cocker spaniel grunted out with a puff of smoke.

“Still in the doghouse,” Geoff wouldn’t normally bring personal stuff up like that, but the other guys weren’t around this early. Dick was always more talkative in the early morning hours.

“Yeah, how does she go and cheat, and I somehow get in the doghouse,” Dick shook his head.

“Well, don’t need to worry about taking your rings off for electrical anymore, huh?” Geoff came back, his protective vest, eyeglasses, and respirator all bundled in his hard hat in one hand and a box of donuts in the other.

“Yeah, I guess we’re both in the same club then,” Dick flicked the rest of his bud into the dirt. “Word of advice to all you youngins. Don’t knock up your high school sweetheart. They don’t stay sweet forever.”

“Well, I’m well past my high school years,” Geoff tossed his hard hat down on the ground before sitting next to the older dog. “Here, first pick for you. Should have something sweet, right?”

“You can’t be that old yet. You must be twenty five,” Dick snagged a coconut long john and took a big bite.

“Dick, I’m in my mid-thirties,” Geoff shook his head.

“When you get as close to retirement as I am, everyone under fifty looks the same,” Dick said, a few pieces of coconut getting stuck in his jowls before he lapped it up.

“Did you get the coffee going?” Geoff joked as he went to go into the trailer.

“Sure, piping hot,” Dick said around a mouthful of doughnut.

Geoff came over to the commons area and put the box of doughnuts on the little coffee station they had. The Keurig recently filled with distilled water. Geoff popped a K-cup in and got a foam cup for his morning brew. He snagged a bear claw and started munching on it as he pulled yesterday’s paper from the commons area.

“Paper’s getting thinner every year, huh?” Geoff grunted.

“And more expensive too,” Dick shouted. “Two bucks for one sheet of birdcage liner is outrageous.”

“Yeah, I’m sure someone’s canary somewhere is shitting better than us with our single ply,” Geoff shot back, glancing back over the couch. A recently folded blanket and pillow beside it from when Dick spent the night. “Ya know, if you need a place to stay, there’s still money in the budget to set you up at the motel. You’re just outside the commuting range.”

“Motel is too close to home and I’ll take every mile I can get away from that bitch,” Dick shot back. “Though I appreciate it Geoff.”

“Just let me know if you change your mind,” Geoff didn’t want to press the issue. As a foreman, he was pretty laid back. It wasn’t that he wanted to be in charge, but every job needed at least one foreman and he could use the extra pay. Though, he was hoping he wouldn’t have to take point on the next job.

“How we doing on those orders for the electrical on the final units?” Geoff asked, taking his freshly brewed coffee and sipping it. The hot coffee barely singing his tongue.

“They should be coming today,” Dick confirmed. “If not today, then tomorrow, but I chewed them out like I couldn’t my bitch wife yesterday. I doubt they’ll drag their feet much longer.”

“Yo Boss Man!” A young cheetah came into the trailer, his cotton clothing hanging limply on his gangly form. “Did I get hear early enough to get me some Boston Cream!”

“Howdy there Terry,” Geoff flicked the box open to reveal the trove of sweets. “Help yourself.”

“Sweet!” Terry the cheetah was rubbing his hands together as he came over, snagging one of the chocolate covered Bismarck’s.

“Are there any more Bismarck’s?” A Rhino came in, his body clad in his PPE. Then he saw the cheetah biting into his doughnut of choice. “Damn it!”

“Ryan, stop your griping,” Geoff grunted. “I got two. I know you guys always fight over them. Though, the next time I only bring one, and you two end up fighting again, I ain’t going to be bringing shit in anymore. Ya hear?”

“You’re firm, but fair boss!” Ryan the Rhino swaggered in, his bulky body overweight, but still powerful as he snagged the last Boston cream in the box.

“Why do you guys even car pool if you’re always at each other’s throats,” Geoff crossed his arms.

“Have you seen gas prices?” Terry shot back as he licked the cream from his upper lip. “Seriously, I’m willing to ride with Ryan’s swampy ass if it’ll save me fifty bucks a week.”

“And I could use the extra gas money anyway,” Ryan shrugged. “His money spends just as well as mine.”

Geoff cocked a brow, but shrugged.

“Whatever works I guess,” Geoff. “You hear from Craig yet?”

“He’ll be here soon,” Terry shrugged. “Said something about needing to stop for gas.”

“Gas, sure,” Geoff rolled his eyes.

“You can at least pretend you believe his excuse,” Ryan shrugged.

“He got married, what, a month ago?” Geoff rolled his eyes. “I’m sure he’ll be late every day from here until he gets a positive pregnancy test.”

“Well, we don’t really need a bull to haul shit when we got your ol’ jalopy,” Ryan elbowed Geoff.

“Reeva’s a tough ol’ bitch,” Geoff agreed. “She’ll do until Craig gets his rocks off and comes for the paycheck he needs to keep that wife in his lap.”

“You two are just haters,” Terry said before licking the frosting off his fingers and putting on his gloves. “Neither of you ain’t got no bitches.”

“And you’re rolling pussy?” Geoff chuckled. “When’s your girlfriend coming down from Canada to spend the night?”

“Like I said, haters,” Terry huffed, jamming his hard hat on and going out to get started on his day.

“Hey Ryan, what’s a hater?” Geoff leaned over to the Rhino.

“Anyone who kills Terry’s buzz, I don’t fucking know,” Ryan shrugged.

“It’s someone who greatly dislikes a certain person or thing,” a raccoon said as he took a jelly filled doughnut from the box. “But I think Terry thinks he’s important enough to have haters.”

“Oh shit!” Ryan went over to the door. “You hear that Terry! You just got schooled by Val!”

“Haters I tell ya! All of you ‘re Haters!” They could hear Terry whingeing from the parking lot.

Ryan left the trailer to keep needling the poor cheetah while Val made himself a cup of coffee.

“Hey Val,” Geoff was swirling his dark coffee in his cup. “What’s…um…What’s a streamer?”

“Huh?” Val looked at the big Pitbull with a cocked brow. “It’s someone who streams content online for people to watch, sometimes for money. Why?”

“Well…when I picked up the doughnuts this morning some guy behind the counter said he was a streamer.”

“Did he tell you what he streamed on?” Val leaned against the table with his coffee and his doughnut.

“He mumbled something that sounded like twitcher or…it’s something like that,” Geoff was trying to hide his embarrassment as he sipped his coffee. Hopefully the red on his cheeks would be mistaken for the heat of the brew. For some reason he just couldn’t get that kid out of his head.

“He’s probably a gamer then,” Val shrugged stirring some sugar into his coffee. “What was the last game you played? And don’t say Mario.”

“Well…does Tetris count? My little brother had a Gameboy growing up, but I didn’t really get it.”

“Why so interested all of a sudden? Going to start streaming on the side? Those big foreman bucks not paying the bills no more?” Val smirked.

“Nothing like that,” Geoff shrugged. “I just thought he was interesting.”

“Oh? You thought he was interesting?” Val cocked a brow.

“Now don’t you start,” Geoff rolled his eyes. “I swear, you guys are worse than school girls when you think someone has a crush.”

“No one said anything about a crush,” Val smirked.

“Just forget I asked,” Geoff waived him off. “What are you streaming now a days? Pok-a-mans or Digi-mans or whatever?”

“You should just stop before you give me too much material to work with Geoff,” Val chuckled. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Hey boss!” Craig the dark furred bull said coming into the trailer. “I’m not late am I?”

“For once, no,” Geoff grunted with his coffee to his lips.

“Sorry boss,” Craig scratched his head. “I promise I won’t make a habit of it.”

“Don’t mind Geoff so much,” Val stepped aside to let Craig at the doughnuts. “He’s just testy because he’s crushing on some streamer chick.”

“Val,” Geoff growled softly.

“Shit, for real?” Craig chuckled.

“Do you both want to be laying sheet rock today?” Geoff huffed.

“See what I mean?” Val elbowed Craig.

“Not much of a threat when we have to do it anyway,” Craig smirked, grabbing a pink frosted doughnut.

“Damn it, get to work,” Geoff barked, leaving the trailer to get his PPE.

***

Geoff groaned, sitting down in his old recliner in front of his TV. He had recently showered so he had a towel around his shoulders, his chest was clad in an old wife beater and sweatpants. His gray sweats had holes along the side, and the collar of his shirt had split off from the fabric on the chest, but it was the fact they were so well broken in that they were so comfortable. He relaxed into his seat as he ate his chicken and rice while watching reruns of old sitcoms.

He had given a favorable report back to management about how their units were coming along. Normally they would only work on one unit at a time, but because they were mainly putting in electrical, and Dick had his certification, they wanted him to make sure everything was up to code while they had him under contract. Unfortunately, the previous team the developers had were shit and didn’t know how to split wire for the washing machines and the disposal. Probably some pissant, non-union idiot who knew just enough to be dangerous. Thankfully the cabinets hadn’t been installed yet or they would have been royally screwed.

Yes, everything at work was going smoothly as far as management knew. Sure, the team wasn’t as polished as Geoff would have liked, but at least they were on track. If it weren’t for Terry and Ryan’s constant horseplay and Craig’s long lunch breaks with his wife, things could be even further, but that’s just how things go. He was just happy that Dick and Val had a grasp on things when he wasn’t looking. He at least knew no one was going to die if he turned away for five minutes, and that’s more than enough. He had worked with far worse, so this was practically a cake walk.

Geoff wolfed down his meal, patting his stomach as he tossed the paper plate with the others on his coffee table before pulling up a six-pack of beer. He cracked one open and continued to watch his shows. He was fine until he got into the third beer and his buzz started to tickle the back of his brain.

“Fucking Val,” Geoff grunted. “What does he know!”

Geoff chewed on his jowl for a moment before he pulled out his phone. What was that kid’s name again? Eric? Hopefully he could find him with just a name, but he at least knew what website it was. Besides, people preferred to play games, not just watch them. It couldn’t be that big, right?

“Holy shit,” Geoff’s eyes went wide as he simply looked up Eric and got over a thousand results. He then typed in Doberman and the search results were cut in half. Half of a thousand was still hundreds, but he felt like he was on the right track.

“Wait…what was that game he said again,” Geoff furrowed his brow, his gears grinding in his head. “It was submarine something.”

Geoff typed in “Sub” and the rest autocorrected to the name of the game. He shrugged and added it to his filters. There were eighty results, but only six were currently streaming. He decided to check them out one at a time. Most of them were some skinny kid screaming at his screen, but they weren’t Eric.

There was a cute little thing wearing pink bunny pajamas and had a headset that looked like cat ears. Geoff shrugged and was about to scroll past when he noticed something in the background. A red and orange polo strewn across a messy bed.

“Huh…” Geoff clicked on the stream and it expanded on his phone to fit the screen.

“—my base. Yeah, it’s a slow going process, but I just got enough quarts to finish the windows I wanted.” Eric’s voice played out through the speakers. The Doberman was all done up in his footie pajamas, the bright pink, plastic zipper going over his chest had slipped down and exposed a little of his caramel chest fur. His hazel eyes glowed from his display, his headphones white with pink LED lights, and his chair had a rosy, fuzzy, faux fur cover that cradled him like a cherub on clouds.

“Is that…is that Eric?” Geoff blinked. The Doberman sat side saddle, his rose gold controller complimenting the caramel fur on his fingers as his dark claws clicked away at his buttons. The way he rested his elbow on his arm rest and leaned to the side made his hip pop and give a tasteful view of his round ass. His long tail gently wagged off the side of his chair, his foot paws up on his cushion and gently resting one on the other to expose his soft, pristine dark pads. His toe claws were perfectly manicured and rounded off at the tip so he had no sharp edges.

“No way,” Geoff shook his head. Eric had gentle, relaxed shoulders and how he had them tucked gave him more of a dainty puppy dog look. And those lashes! How had he not noticed them before?! They were full and beautiful starbursts that framed his hazel eyes like a green flash on the horizon’s edge. He was so relaxed the tip of his bright pink, velvety tongue stuck out the front of his lips, the tip curled gently.

“Oh, thanks C-chaser 420!” Eric smiled as a cat danced across his screen showing the tag line and a five dollar donation. “You’re always so sweet to me on my live streams.”

Then he winked at the camera and Geoff’s heart skipped a beat. A blush rolled over his cheeks as an odd sense of embarrassment and recognition combatted in his chest. On one hand, Geoff knew anyone dressed like that would be mercilessly ridiculed at the construction site, but on the other he couldn’t help but admit that the look worked for the adorable little Doberman.

“Well look at that,” Geoff huffed. “So this is what he looks like when he’s not being all nervous at work.”

Another payment came in and Eric blushed.

“You guys!” Eric pulled the controller up to cover his muzzle to try and hide his blush. “Are you really going to make me do that?”

Geoff was confused until he looked over the chat scrolling.

“$50 to unzip your pajamas?”

_ “Hell yeah!”_

_ “do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”_

_ “DO IT!!!”_

_ “ill pay right now!”_

Geoff blushed, his eyes going wide. Was streaming something sexual? Should he be watching this? Eric was in his mid-twenties, but he still felt a little dirty.

“I...I’ll do it if I get another fifty,” Eric mumbled into his controller, the sound of the mic on his headset bumping it a few times. Suddenly three payments came through to unzip. “O-Okay…”

Eric lowered his controller with one hand then with his free hand he gripped the zipper and the charm hanging off of it. He gave a little huff, his blush getting deeper as he slowly tugged on it, the clasp slipping down a couple of zips before he paused.

“Now, you guys won’t think any different of me, will you?” Eric batted his eyes at the camera. “Promise I’ll still be the Cute_Dober_Gamer in your eyes, right?”

The chat blew up with encouraging comments.

“U got 2 do it!”

_ “Come on cuty give us a show.”_

_ “u such good slut”_

That last one gave Geoff pause, but it was quickly lost as Eric nodded and gently started to slide his zipper down. Notch after notch of that zipper unclipped like another step towards salvation as he exposed his toned pecs, his chest fluff was silky and tight to his breast.

“Is that good…or do you want more?” Eric looked into the camera, then at his screen and back at the camera. The chat exploded with more donations and encouraging words, but a few more of those slut comments came through. “Come now guys, if you keep talking like that I’ll…I’ll um…get the moderators involved.”

The chat instantly blew up saying to cut it out and show some respect. But Geoff knew what this was. It was like he was working in the cities and a cute woman was walking down the street and his crew started cat calling her, telling her to show them something sweet. He knew the comments about being respectful were still coming from someone who wanted to enjoy the show. He was guilty of being that person of reeling in his men to keep them in line, only to give him more time to give the passerby a wink and watch them walk off without feeling like a sleaze. They just didn’t want to get caught or shut down.

“Okay…I guess I’ll do this for you,” Eric’s blush only grew deeper as he unzipped. His pajamas opened further, showing they were pink satin lined. He opened it slowly to reveal he had a soft little belly, the tinniest bit of pudge that somehow made him look even softer and more cute.

_ “Aww! The bun loves his sweets huh!”_

_ “I got something sweet for ya!”_

_ “this is almost as hot as the fantasy light show!”_

Eric continued to unzip his pajamas, exposing himself further and further until there was simply no zipper left. The hem of his powdery blue panties were exposed, frilly lace and hot pink ribbons tied through it.

Geoff snorted, hot steam coming out of his nostrils as he saw that cute panty line, the Doberman adjusting himself so only the slightest peak of it was visible while his foot paws rubbed together nervously. The motion was slow, a nervous tick, but it only added to the show as his thighs ate up more and more of that fabric, making it slip further down. It was slow, agonizingly slow as little bits of those panties were exposed.

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